The Night Hunter

The woman looked to the hunter and glanced away for a couple of seconds before shrugging her shoulders. She wasn’t after anything in particular, she had just happened to have noticed Vayne as she made her way through the halls. With a light bow she pulled the whiteboard from her sleeve, along with the pen to write something down. “It is nice to see you again Vayne, how are you?”

The assassin let out a dry laugh. “Always a joy, Vayne.” Talon stepped around the hunter, giving the crossbow on her back a flick with his finger. “I’m sure I enjoy your company even less than you enjoy mine. But unfortunately, the institute won’t allow me to kill you where you stand.” He peered down at her from beneath his hood and sneered. “So at least try to play nice.”

"U-uhm…Well," Yue started, taken off-guard by the woman in front of her. "I’m a rabbit?" She pointed at her ears. "Yue, of the rabbit tribe on the moon, actually." The woman in front of her seemed paranoid - too much for her liking. Most people on Runeterra seemed either laid back or completely evil, but this vibe was different. "And…you are?" she asked with a hesitant squint.

The woman only quirked a brow. Perhaps Riven has a right to be wary of Vayne, as she leans in towards the Noxian. "Continue with your walk, then, Noxian. I am only ensuring my services are not required, or you did not want me for some specific reason. I find those of the Institute, especially those of Noxian heritage, do not frequently cross paths with me, not unless they have to. I only found it .. peculiar."

"Just passin by darlin’" In truth he really was just roaming by, he had no real plans to start up a conversation or anything. He probably smelt of something dark from his past. Lifting a hand up the man scratched the back of his head. "Ya know Vayne." Wait… it would be terrible to try and say something to her about being happy. A concerned face went over him. "Watch your back out in the darkness gal. Never know when some claws might be goin into ya." Her grabbed the brim of his hat, lifting it up so that she could see his eyes.

Bristling almost instantly, the Exile’s eyes narrow, head retracting with matching distaste. “My troubles are hardly petty. What business do you have asking questions of those who seek something as simple as a walk in the nighttime hours? Not all of the shadows are yours.” 

The woman's immediate dissatisfaction managed a twitch from the corner of the night hunter's mouth, clearly enjoying her evident annoyance. "I did not make any inquiries to your well-being, I only wanted to know what you required of me. If what you require is a walk, perhaps I can consider. I am not a woman to waste time on such frivolities, but I may grant an exception--provided you give a good reason."

The woman did not take her eyes off the Widowmaker for a second. Though, as she completely faded into the shadows, the woman does not hesitate in reaching for the great crossbow lain on her back, her grip reassuringly tightening on it. She backs into a wall, her eyes constantly moving in their sockets to watch for the purple-haired nuisance. "Widowmaker, cease your follies. I am not fearful of your despicable art--I have fought many a beast, many a heinous horror, those far worse than you. You are little more than a crashing bore, in my eyes. One that shall be eradicated to bring good to this wretched world, once your protection falls short."